She ignores my comment again. “You riding up there on Misty?”
“Yeah.”
“Can I come?”
I sigh and pull my hat off in exasperation. “Woman, I’ve got more work than I have days on this earth. Can’t a man just work in peace?”
Her countenance drops and I can see she’s disappointed. Maybe she’s not simply trying to annoy the hell out of me.
“Okay, fine.” I dismount Misty and tie her reins to the hitching post outside the stables. “Let’s go in here and get your horse saddled up.”
“Oh, I’m riding alone?”
“No, I’ll be with you.” My brows knit together.
“It’s just that . . . I’ve never ridden a horse before.”
“Then why’d the hell you ask to come with me?” I’m now confused and a little frustrated. “And how the hell did you ride that bull so well?”
She laughs. “That. Well, I’ve been to Nashville more than a few times, and it was always something my friends and I did for fun after we’d had a few. Turns out, if you’re good at it drunk, you’re fantastic at it sober.”
I nod. “So what are you wanting to do then? I need to get up there, and if you’re too scared to ride alone, we can take one of the ATVs. I’ll just need to put Misty up.”
“No, no! I want to ride on Misty with you.”
An instant sweat breaks out on my body at the thought of having her pressed up against me. I glance down at her thighs and then back up to her tits. How the fuck am I supposed to handle that body pressed up against me?
“Well?”
I shake the thoughts from my head as she looks up at me, wide-eyed.
“All right, fine.”
She claps in excitement as we walk back outside over to Misty. I release her reins from the post and pull myself up onto her.
“Here.” I hold my hand down to Brooklyn. “Put one foot in the stirrup—yup, like that—and grab my hand.” She obeys and I pull her swiftly. She yelps and lands squarely on the saddle behind me as she tosses her leg over.
“You’re going to want to scoot as close to me as you can. You can squeeze your thighs against mine so you’re not bouncing all over the place, and place your arms tightly around my waist. I mean it—I don’t want you flying off the back and suing me.”
“Damn, such a gentleman. Thanks for caring for my well-being,” she giggles as she situates herself against my body.
I’m already regretting this. The smell of her shampoo permeates the air and the warmth of her soft tits is burning into my back.
The fuck was I thinking?
I’m half-tempted to fake an emergency.
“Move with the horse,” I say as Misty walks slowly. “If you’re too stiff, you’ll just bounce up and down hard and it’ll hurt. You’ll be sore tomorrow.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time, Tyler,” she says huskily in my ear.
I tap Misty with my foot to signal her to pick it up as we take off across the field, Brooklyn’s high-pitched squeal echoing across the plains.
She’s a good sport, and she even helps me check the fences for gaps and assists when I have to patch a few areas.
“This is breathtaking.” She stares out over the pastures to the snowcapped peaks behind us.
“You think this is something? I’ll show you a better view.”